Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 104 Preliminary Training of the Dead
"From now on, the three of us are willing to be the pioneers of the holy monk, slaves and servants, and repent of past mistakes. If the holy monk orders us, we will go through fire and water, and we will never say no!" Immortal Huli said, his eyes full of gratitude and sincerity.

With a wave of Xuanzang's hand, the Chaos Orb created a small bubble with the power of the Chaos Orb. It was a small world with mountains, continents, oceans and rivers inside.

He also moved some living beings from the Pangu Palace in, and then said to the three demons: "From now on, you three demons will temporarily live and practice in this small world. In your spare time, you can come out to help sort out this unformed grand world. , how to reason it out, I will teach you..."

After the Chaos Orb suffered the great catastrophe, its qi was in a state of chaos, and there were many places that needed to be sorted out slowly. Now that these three monsters came in, it happened to help him sort out some turbulent currents in the chaos.

"The three of you are too low-level, wait until you reach the realm of the immortals before you come out, that small world is quite full of aura, enough for the three of you to cultivate..."

"Thank you, Holy Monk!"

The three bowed again, their hearts were full of gratitude and respect for Xuanzang, if it wasn't for him, they would have been plotted to death, and they made up their minds to help the holy monk sort out this great world.

Xuanzang disappeared into the Chaos Orb in a flash.

"Brother, what is the origin of the holy monk, how can he possess such a spiritual treasure, and be able to evolve into a big world, it is simply unheard of!"

"Third brother, don't ask random questions, the holy monk is not someone we can figure out!"

"Okay, then let's go to practice quickly, and we must not disappoint the expectations of the holy monk!"

……

The king lost three national teachers, and was crying with grief and anger for a while, while the queen comforted him: "Your Majesty, there is no need to be angry, the battle is determined by God!"

"You, the old king, acted like a daughter. Those three national teachers were all transformed by goblins. You have seen their corpses. They are definitely not human race!" Monkey King said with his lips curled up.

A general stood beside him with his sword drawn, "You monk, how dare you utter wild words and charge against the king!"

The king stopped weeping and waved his hand to signal the general to retreat.

"Little master doesn't know, although those three masters are monsters, they have really done great things for our Che Chi country in the past 20 years, praying for rain to drive away insects, dispelling plagues and dispersing pills, the common people are all grateful, Except for treating monks and monks harshly, there is no big fault!" The king sighed, and after learning that the three national teachers were goblins, he did not feel afraid.

Seeing this, Xuanzang nodded. It seemed that the king was not as stupid as the original book said, and he had a scale in his heart that he could carry clearly.

Zhu Bajie shook his head, he thought his life was too long to enslave monks in Hezhou, Xiniu.

"Your Majesty, after changing Guan Wen, please release those enslaved monks!" Xuanzang stepped forward and begged.

The king put away his sadness, nodded, and agreed.

Xuanzang and his party left Che Chiguo and continued on the road.

……

However, since Dingguang Huanxi Buddha fell, its ashram has been dark, and the little monks in charge of cleaning it are all strange. Why hasn't his own great Buddha returned for a long time?

Tens of thousands of mortal female guests have been captured, as well as the men of Pi Nen, who are all kept in this dojo, waiting for Huanxi Buddha to come back to pick up nourishment.

Today, the Tathagata Buddha was preaching about his lessons, but he felt that the luck in the teaching had dropped a bit, and he counted with his fingers, but he couldn't get any results.

So Ananda and Kasyapa were sent to investigate, and today, they have come to Dingguang Huanxi Buddha's ashram.

After sending several communication talismans in succession, there was no response. Ananda Kassapa looked at each other, thinking that Dingguang Huanxi Buddha had already retreated, so he went to other places to continue investigating the reason for the decline in luck.

Xuanzang and his party were on the road for several months, and the weather turned into late autumn.

In the evening, the moon had risen from the west and came to a big river, and the calm water was covered with silver light.

There is a stone tablet on the shore. Looking carefully under the moonlight, there are three big characters in seal script on the top of the tablet, and there are ten small characters in the lower two lines.The three big characters are "Tongtianhe", and the ten small characters are engraved with "Across eight hundred miles, few people have traveled since ancient times".

Xuanzang smacked his mouth, looked back at Monkey King, and asked, "Wukong, can you make that sweet and sour carp?"

Although Sun Wukong was curious about why the master suddenly asked this question, he still nodded confidently.

"Well, that would be great!"

The river bank was slippery and steep, and there were many strange rocks blocking the way. After collecting the RV, everyone walked along the river bank.

"Long dong! Long dong!"

A sound of drums and cymbals came from a village not far from the river bank.

Zhu Bajie moved his big ears, and said: "Master, listen quickly, there is the sound of drums and cymbals? It seems to be someone who is doing vegetarian food. Let's go to the boatman as an excuse to have a fast meal, and ask the boatman to cross the river tomorrow. How about eight hundred miles?" Tianhe is a bit troublesome to walk, if it is really impossible, you have to walk across the water."

Xuanzang nodded and drove his horse forward.

There was no good road from the river bank to the village, just winding paths, paved with gravel, and tangled with dry grass blocking the way.After crossing the beach, I saw a village not far away. There are about four or five hundred families. The residences are all excellent. brook.

The lights are sparse, the crowds are quiet, and the moon in the mid-air is like a hanging mirror.

There is a farmer at the head of the village, with banners erected outside the door, bright lights and candles inside, and cigarette smoke coming out of it.

Xuanzang got off his horse and moved forward, knocking on the door, and a voice came from inside the door asking, "Who is it?"

"The poor monk is a monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. Seeing that it was getting late and hearing the sound of drums and cymbals, he came here to fast!" Xuanzang echoed.

"Crack!"

There was the sound of the door bolt being pulled, and the door opened to reveal an old man in white filial piety.

His face was vicissitudes, his eyes were reddish, it seemed that he had cried bitterly before, and his voice trembled: "It turns out that he is a master who came from afar, please hurry up!"

His eyes wandered around, not daring to look at each other.

He opened the door, stepped aside, and let Xuanzang and the others enter.

Fortunately, Zhu Bajie transformed into a human form at this time, otherwise he would be able to scare mortals to death.

After entering the door, I saw seven or eight men and women in filial piety kneeling and crying in front of a pair of seven or eight-year-old children, and three monks were sitting beside a white banner and chanting scriptures.

The girl was born with bright eyes and white teeth, quite delicate, but at this moment her eyes were full of fear, and the tears kept falling to the ground like broken beads.

On the other side was a seven or eight-year-old boy who was already asleep on the futon, and he was actually a stingy kid.

An old woman had fainted from crying and was sent to a nearby spiritual home to rest.

The scene of life and death is extremely disturbing.

"This is?" Xuanzang asked knowingly, with a dubious expression on his face.

The old man sighed, and slammed the wall next to him hard, blood dripping from his fist.

"Practice the fast of death!"

Bajie laughed and said, "Elder-in-law has lost his eyesight. Don't monks know about fasting? There is only one who prepares to send food to the warehouse, and prepares to return to the warehouse. How can there be a person who prepares to die? No one in your family has died. Yes, what are you doing? Could it be that someone is terminally ill?"

　Thanks: It looks like a smile, a reward from God!

　　
　
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